In sun soaked arenas or cloudy skies,
Bhuvaneshwar kumar never fails to surprise,
His control on ball, a sight to see.
Directly hits the stumps and batter takes a flee.
Spins it, swings it, throws it, let's all agree,
He delivers it.
Obsessed with the sound when the stumps shatter,
Or when the ground is controlled by this attacker.
Big names blindly trust the king of swing,
They believe that bhuvi can do his thing.
Yet, fucked up is our management,
To remove him and be so adamant.
Thank you swing king for taking wickets one after another,
Many bowlers will come and go rather,
I'd choose you always to play,
Because " bhuvi sambhal lega "
As they say.
